Joan... a fourteen-year-old girl.
Her background is very simple. She was a shepherdess in Lajialing. Her ancestors had never had any big people. Some time ago, her mother was seriously ill and had no money to treat her. When she was about to die, the God of Wealth held a free clinic. The neighbor carried it to the church of the God of Wealth to try.
As a result, it came alive.
Then Joan became a follower of the Goddess Woking, a shallow follower.
To become an orthodox believer, one must also understand some degree of Woking's teachings.
That night, she routinely went to sit by the bonfire in the center of the village. Every day at this time, a bard would come to the village to sing hymns, drink bitter and cheap ale with the adults, and chat about things outside.
At this time, as long as it does not rain, it is almost an inherent program that everyone in the village will participate in.
Then she heard the bard say that the Pope of the Wealth Cult recently went crazy and wanted to choose a girl from the people as the saint of the Cult.
Many villagers asked, what does the saint do.
The bard was also a rookie, scratching his head, and said uncertainly: "It is a very powerful woman in a sect. She is favored by the goddess, and probably only the Pope is more powerful than her."
A character like a saint is, in a sense, similar to a princess. It is not accessible to ordinary farmers and women, and they don't even have channels to understand it.
Although the bard has a wider knowledge, but not much. He has a little understanding of the position of the saint, but only a little.
At this time, Joan just listened and didn't respond. She felt that she was just an ordinary peasant girl, very self-aware, and never had too many fantasies.
At this time, another farmer asked: "Which saint should we choose this time? Our farmer's little girl can also go?"
"According to the news released by the God of Wealth Sect, as long as you are a virgin and believe in the Goddess of Wealth, you are fine."
At this time, Joan is still lonely, how much does it react. But then, a word from the bard made her heart beat faster: "Becoming a saint, after being favored by the goddess, she will become more beautiful, and she can also use magic spells, and she may become the number one beauty Ai. At the level of Princess Ma."
"Is Princess Emma so beautiful after she became a saint?" Joan asked anxiously.
The bard thought for a while: "It seems to be..."
In a sense, the bard's words are indeed correct, but for all professionals, as long as their level increases, their appearance and temperament will gradually become more outstanding. It's just that the improvement measure varies from person to person.
Joan didn't speak any more. She looked at the bonfire in the center of the field with her eyes, and bright flames danced in her pupils.
She used to wait for the men to start drinking, then she would leave and go back to her room to sleep. But this time, she heard the last thing about the selection of the saint, and she memorized it word by word in her heart, without missing it at all.
When she got home, she took a shower, hid in bed, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Finally got up and came to the creek not far from the backyard.
The moonlight tonight is very round and bright, without any lighting tools, Joan can see things tens of meters away.
She knelt down by the stream, untied her hair, and washed her face again. Despite the shadows of the night, she could still barely see her blurred face on the water.
A slightly yellowed, but well-shaped face.
After becoming a saint, you can become more beautiful.
Joan raised her head, looked at the full moon in the sky, and remained silent for a long time.
The next day, it was still dark. Joan set off quietly, putting on her best and cleanest clothes, which, though patched, still seemed to her very pretty.
I heard that this suit was worn by my mother when she married her father.
Walking on a flat road, Joan knew very well that this road was also built with the help of the God of Wealth. A few years ago, the road from the village to the big city was rough and muddy, and it took less than ten minutes for the village to be covered with dust or mud.
But now, a clean and flat stone avenue is very comfortable to walk on.
You can occasionally see merchants on the road, and you can also see those patrolling guards.
Without these guards, Joan would not dare to go to the metropolis alone.
She walked for five hours, and it was almost noon before she reached the gate of the city. After paying a copper coin that she had saved for half a year, she entered the city.
The city is very lively, and it seems to be more lively than before. Joan remembers where the Temple of Wealth is, and when her mother was seriously ill, she followed her, remembering how to get there.
At the gate of the temple, under the majestic marble gate, there were many girls queuing up, she leaned up and was at the end of the line.
The girl in front felt someone behind her, looked back at Joan, glanced up and down for a while, then smiled sarcastically, and turned her head.
Joan felt flushed, ashamed and annoyed.
She saw that the other party had waist-length blond hair, milky white skin, and a beautiful lady's long dress. Most importantly, the other party had a strong fruity fragrance.
As for herself... her hair was flaxen, her skin was yellow, and she was wearing old, patched clothes. Because of the long walk, she sweated a little, and there seemed to be a faint sour smell of sweat.
The comparison between the two sides can be described as heaven and earth.
In the past, if she met someone of the same age from a noble family, she would definitely find a way to hide away. After all, to ordinary people, nobles are like big statues next to ants. As long as they move casually, the vibrations generated can make the ants suffer and even die.
And since she was a child, she didn't know how many times she was warned by her parents and relatives that she must hide away when encountering nobles.
But this time, there was a force that kept her in place, even though she was afraid and ashamed, she did not leave.
In order to get rid of embarrassment and shame, she looked around with a flushed face, only then did she realize that there were many carriages parked on the side of the surrounding roads, and each carriage had at least one or two people who looked like servants waiting.
In other words, there are many nobles here, or the daughters of great merchants.
This is a very normal thing, saintess... most girls are very interested in this title.
The team was gradually moving forward, and it didn't take long before Joan entered the hall, and behind her, there were many girls of the same age lined up.
None of them are daughters of farmers, all of them are descendants of nobles and rich merchants.
The girl in line behind Joan was a little far away from her, and covered her nose with a blue feather fan, her face was full of disgust, as if there was a mass of excrement in front of her.
When Joan turned her head, she accidentally saw this scene, where the shame turned into anger, but she didn't show it, but followed the team with a blank expression.
"Not pass, next one!" A majestic man's voice came from ahead.
A beautiful girl in gorgeous clothes ran away with her mouth covered.
"Not yet, next one!"
Still with a majestic voice, another girl ran away crying.
When she was almost waiting for Joan, she was surprised to find that there were more than 20 people in front of her who had been tested, but only two passed the test.
The person in charge of testing qualifications was a young man, holding a blue magic light ball in his hand, when a girl stood in front of him, the light ball would change color.
There were several colors, and Joan couldn't figure out what they meant.
It was almost Joan's turn, and Joan's heart rose.
The girl in front of her stood confidently in front of the young man, and the ball of light turned pale gold.
This was the sign of passing the first inspection, and the proud girl raised her head as a matter of course.
But the young man in a priest's robe opened his left hand, took out another ball of magic light, and placed it in front of the girl.
This ball of milky white light, the closer it got to the proud girl, the darker it became.
"Unqualified. Next."
The proud girl's expression froze, and after a while, she asked angrily, "Why do you say I'm not good enough?"
"It doesn't meet the requirements, it's as simple as that."
"My father is a city guard, if you don't give me an explanation."
The male pastor's face became a little unhappy, but he still endured it and said coldly: "You are absolutely neutral, there is no problem. But the saint must be a virgin... You are not, do you understand?"
The proud girl was stunned. After passing her, she covered her body with her hands and rushed out of the temple screaming.
The male pastor snorted softly, then looked at Joan. Immediately, he seemed to be startled by Joan's attire, which made the latter feel a little embarrassed, and immediately lowered his head.
After a slight astonishment, his face softened a lot: "Come here, raise your head, don't worry. Our goddess never discriminates against the poor. I used to be a picky kid. Now I am the bishop of this temple."
Joan looked up in surprise.
The male priest detects Joan's camp tendency, pass the level!
The virgin body test is also overdone.
With an expected expression, the male pastor said, "Congratulations, you have passed the first level."
Many girls who heard the voice behind showed surprised expressions. They thought it was unbelievable that so many noble and rich girls with outstanding conditions were eliminated, and a peasant girl who was not dirty and not rubbish actually passed the test. Is there any reason for this
Joan still felt like she was in a dream, and she asked in disbelief, "This is the end? Don't you need to do anything else?"
"It's not that simple, it's just a threshold for participation." The male pastor looked at the team behind and said, "You must have traveled a long way to come here. Otherwise, you can stay in the temple. After ten days , we will take you to Woking Holy City for the second round of selection."
"Why?" Joan stammered, "I brought some money here, so I can make do with a cheap hotel, and there is no problem."
The male pastor snorted softly: "Jealousy is one of the worst emotions in this world. Many people who think they have better conditions than you have not passed the test, but if you pass, they will pour their anger on you. Although if you If something happened to you, we will help you get justice, but you don't want to be 'justified' by us after something happened."
Joan just lacks knowledge, she is not stupid, she bent down when she heard this, and said, "Please, Mr. Pastor."
"Easy to do." The male pastor smiled.